The Far Side Gallery 1 by Gary Larson - Page 112
"No, Elizabeth! No!... Don't go!" - Life in the petri dish
"Try to relax, ma'am... You say it was dark; you were alone in the house, when suddenly you felt a hand reaching from behind and... JOHNSON! Knock it off!"
"For twelve perfect years I was a car-chaser, Pontiacs, Fords, Chryslers... I took them all on... and yesterday my stupid owner backs over me in the driveway."